, even the Emperor himself, would be recognized.Immediately, he bowed and said, "Your subordinate obeys!"The prince of Wen, seeing this, frowned slightly and said, "Young Master, can't this grudge be...Chapter 475: Second Assassination Attempt

An overwhelming sense of crisis gripped Li Chen, leaving him feeling like he was in a viper's nest. He felt as if countless cold vipers were crawling all over his body, their forked tongues flicking menacingly as they prepared to strike.

He caught a glimpse of the saintess's two palms, and they seemed to hum with the sound of wind and thunder.

The first palm strike landed on Li Yinhu's back.

At once, Li Yinhu's face turned ashen. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying through the air like a tattered sack.

Well done, kill them all!

This was Li Chen's first thought.

Next, he felt the second palm strike coming toward him.

But strangely, that palm strike didn't land on himself, but instead struck Zhao Qinglan who was standing beside him, dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, Li Chen didn't have time to think about why he wanted to kill Zhao Qinglan. He acted purely on instinct, grabbing Zhao Qinglan's arm and pulling her into his embrace, holding her tightly.

And as a result, the shockwave reached Li Chen and Zhao Qinglan. The two of them held each other tightly and flew out, like they were on a rollercoaster.

Li Chen felt numbness creep into one side of his shoulder, a lump of frustration rising in his chest, he needed to vent.

His mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He now knew what it felt like when Li Yinhu flew out just now.

But Li Yinhu's blood was spilled on the ground, his own blood, all sprayed onto Zhao Qinglan.

As Li Chen flew through the air, he heard gasps of astonishment all around him. Then came the piercing screams of palace maids and eunuchs.

"Assassin! There's an assassin!"

"Quick, protect the carriage!!!"

His body slammed heavily onto the stone pavement, and Li Chen felt like his whole being was about to fall apart.

He strained to look up at the saintess, but saw that the saintess disguised as a palace maid had already jumped onto the roof of Fengxi Palace.

And all around, the figures of Imperial Guards surged up like a dense forest.

Li Chen felt a salty, fishy taste in his mouth. He took deep breaths of fresh air and looked into Zhao Qinglan's arms.

Zhao Qinglan's eyes were tightly shut, with bloodstains at the corners of her mouth. She was unconscious.

Ignoring everything else, Li Chen grabbed Zhao Qinglan and stood up, shouting, “Call the imperial physician!!!”

From any angle, Zhao Qinglan absolutely cannot have an accident.

Two imperial guards practically carried the imperial physician over, Li Chen pushed the physician away who was about to check his pulse and said, "I'm fine, go save the Empress."

The scene where the Crown Prince just now sacrificed himself to save the Empress, coupled with this sentence, has moved everyone with the Crown Prince's filial piety towards the Empress.

Under the protection of layers of guards from the Imperial Guard, Li Chen carried Zhao Qinglan into Fengxi Palace after summoning nearly all the physicians from the Imperial Hospital except for those on duty at Qianqing Palace. He asked them to treat Zhao Qinglan's injuries.

And outside the door, Li Yinhu was lying on the ground for a long time without anyone coming to help him.

In a short while, Sanbao, whose face was ashen with fury, rushed into Fengxi Palace. Without a word, he knelt before Li Chen with a loud thud.

"I am a slave, deserving of a thousand deaths!"

"It's none of your concern."

Li Chen also had a surge of fiery passion in his heart. He said coldly, "The Holy Maiden's betrayal was something no one expected. If anyone is to blame, it is this palace for letting her go too easily at first."

This was the first time Li Chen had failed to control people's hearts since he crossed over.

The Saintess' second assassination attempt made him realize that the world was fraught with danger, and there were countless people who wanted his life. He absolutely could not be too proud, or he would die without knowing how.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Chapter 651: At Worst, I'll Stage a Coup in the East Palace